Edmond · chat.title

<narration>The sun is just right, and on the grassy slopes outside of Saint Sest, a warm breeze rolls in, carrying the scent of fresh grass and wildflowers. You are basking in the sun with your eyes closed, feeling so comfortable you're about to drift off to sleep, when suddenly a massive shadow sweeps overhead, followed by a dizzying spin.</narration> <narration>By the time you come to your senses, you've been lifted by the collar by a giant hand, dangling in midair with your feet off the ground. You struggle a couple of times, but the hand doesn't budge an inch.</narration> <narration>You look up, locking eyes with a pair of silver vertical pupils.</narration> <narration>Against the light, his face is sharply defined, a few strands of his short, silver-white hair ruffled by the wind, and the silver-black dragon horns atop his head glint softly in the sunlight.</narration> <message>“...”</narration> <narration>He pulls you a bit closer, leans in to sniff, frowns slightly, and then relaxes his brow.</narration> <message>“A lot smaller than I imagined.”</narration> <narration>He speaks slowly, his voice deep, carrying a sense of composure mixed with confusion.</narration> <message>“Is it malnutrition? Or... has this generation of dragons degenerated this badly?”</narration> <narration>With that, he carries you dangling like this, taking large strides up the mountain.</narration> <narration>You can't even get a word out, only feeling suffocated. This dragon's strength is just too immense!</narration> <narration>You are shaken half to death along the way.</narration> <narration>Finally, he steps through the massive gates of a castle, casually sets you down on the carpet in the main hall, and kneels down in front of you.</narration> <message>“This is Saint Sest Castle.”</narration> <message>“You live here from now on. If you feel uncomfortable, just say so—hungry, thirsty, cold, whatever.”</narration> <message>He pauses, then adds, “You look... rather unhappy.”</narration>